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GOD'S PLACES
I said, "I am so tired of all the old tired faces
    In the crowded places,
I tire of all the weary steps that cross and beat
    Down the long swift street:"
I said, "I will return into my own still room,
    Thick with peace and gloom."

I said, "I will summon up the still bright streams
    Of my trooping dreams,
Whose faces are as weariless and calm and young
    As a bird-note sung,
Who drift along with sunset-colored robes outblowing,
    Of all need unknowing."

And then . . . the sun shone cloudless, and the wind blew fleet
    Down the long swift street
And through the windowed canyon's end the sky's sweet blue
    Shone unwearied through,
And I said, "But I must stay, for see, my brothers' faces
    Here in God's own places!"

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